Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1887-12-09

ak taik, ana lalk, anu TAX, but mlseraDie
comforters are they ALL They can not pour
not bring single drGught Of water from
the well Of Bethlehem, which is by
the gate But, glory lie to Jesus
Thirst, there is cOmfCrt at the gatel
There is life in the we'll at the gate. II you
give me time, win draw up promise for
every man, woman and child in this house.
Ay, will do it in two minutes. Twin lay
hold the rope Of the old well. What is your
troublei oh" you say, ~ am so sick. so
weary of life-ailments after ailmenta" l
will draw up promise: THE inhabitants
will never say i am sick'n What is your
roublel "Oh, it is loss OF friends-bereave-
ment," you say. I will draw you up
promise, fresh and COO, out of the we'll II
am the resurrection and tie life; he that be-
lieveth in me, though be were dead, yet shall
he live" What is your trouble' You say it
is the infrmities of old age / will draw you
upa promise: "Down to old age / am with
thee, TO hoary hairs will | cary thee u
What is your trouble! "Oh," you say. ~
have widowed soul, and my children cry for
bread bring up tn, promise: Leave thy
tatheress chi'dren-1 VIII preserve them
alive, and let thy widows trust in me"
break through the armed ranks of your sor-
rows to-day, and bring to your p5rched lips
"a drink OF the waters of the well of Bethle-
hem, which is by the gaten
Again, the Gospel well is at the gate Of
heaven. have not heard yet one single in
teiilgent account of the future world from
anybody who does not believe in the Bible
They throw such a fog about the sub ect that
do not want TO go to the skeptic's heaven. to
the transcendentalist's heaven, to the worldly
philosophers heaven. ! would not exchange
,no pooreat room IN your house for the finest
heaven that Huxley. or Stuart Mill, or Dar-
win eve" dreamed Of. Their heaven has no
Christ in it: and heaven without Christ,
though you could sweep the whole universe
into it, would be hell. Oa they tn us
there are 10 songs there: there are no
coronations in heaven-that is all i'm
ag'nation; They tell us we will do
there about what we DO here, orly
on larger scale-geometrzs with
go clambering up over the icebergs
in an eternal vacation. Rather than thst, |
turn to my Pible, and find Johns Dictnre
OF that good land--that heaven which was
your lullaby in infancY--that heaven which
our chit in the Sabbath school will sing
about this afternoon-that heaven which has
"well at the gate"
After you have been on long journey.
and you come in, all bedusted and tired TO
your home the first thing you want is re.
freshing ablution, and | am glad to know
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age Of this world-the hard, dusty pill
grimage-we will find well at
the gate. In that one wash, away
will go our sins and sorrows. | do not
cara whether cherub. or seraph or my own
| departed friends in that blessed land place
to my liNS the cup, the touch Of that cup
will be life, will he heayen9 / was read.
| ing of how the nn:ients SOUGHT for the
| fountain Of perpetual youth They thought
If they could only find and drink out of that
well, the old would heeone young again, the
sick would bs cured, and everybody would
have eternal iuvenescelce. OF course, they
could not find it. Eurekn! have found it
The water of the well OF Bethlehem, which
is by the gate"
| think we had better make a bargain wltl
these who leave ;S, going out Of this worlC
from time to time as to where we will NEE
them. Travellers parting appoint place o
meeting. They say, I'VE will meet a
So SSSme or yoWeo %o will mees at 6 RtSs sf9G
hem" Now, when we come to stant
by the death. pillow of those who ar
leaving us for the far land, do not let us weeI
rs though we would never see them again
but let Us, there standing, appoint a plac
where we viii meet, Where shall it be2 Shal
| it be on the banks of the riveri No Tn
.an,67o, banks are Ne too long, Shall it be in tn
there-ten thousand times ten thousand
Where shall we meet the loved ones! Let Ii
make an appointment to meet at the we'll b,
the gate. Oh, heavenl Sweet heaven! Dea
heaven Heaven, where our good friend
are! Heaven, where Jesus is! Heaven
Heaven!
But while I stand here there comes a revul
sion of feeling when | look into your eyes an
| know there are souls here dying of thirst
notwithstanding the we'll ut the gate. De
tween them and the well Of heaven there ia
great army of sin: and though Christ
| ready to clear way to that well for them
they will not have his love or intercession.
But | aAl glad to know that YOU may com
yet. The well is here-the well of heaven
Come; do not care how feeble you are lie
me take hold OF your arm, and steady YOU IL
| to the well-curb. ''Ho, every one ths
thirsteth, come" woull rather win one sol
to Christ this morning than wear the crow
| of th3 worlds dominion. Do hot let an
man go away and say did not invite hin
Oh, il you could only just look at my Lor
once; if you could just see him full in the face
ay, II YOU could only do as that woman di
whom read about at the beginning OF tn
services-jus5 come up behind him an
touch his teet-methinks you would live
| Northern New Jersey, one winter, three lii
tie children wandered off from home in
|
| mother said, "Where are the childrenp The
could not be found. They started out i
haste, and the news ran to the neigl
bors, and before morning it was said ths
there were hundreds OF men hunting ii
! mountains for those three children, bu
| found themnot. After while man imagine
there was place that had not been looked a
and he went and saw the three children II
examined their bodies He found that I'll
older boy had taken oil his co,
and wrapped it around the younger one, IL
laby, and then taken of his vest and put
around the other one; and there they a
died, he probably the first, for he had no COS
or vest Oh, it was touching scene when ths
was brought to ligh5l | was on the groun
little while after, and it brought Il
whole scene to my mind, and l thought
myself of more melting scene than tha
when Jesus our elder brother, took off Il
robe of his royalty and laid aside the la
garment of earthly comfort, that he migl
wrap our poor souls from the blast. Oh, IL
height, and the depth, and the length, and IL
breadth of the love of Christi"
A MODERN BLUEBEARD.